Diffuser poems on Hello Poetry

F White Oct 2015

Fine

A panacea,
the band aid word I
slap on conflict

A solve it all

Acronym for nothing and
Diffuser of
All scenarios.

the more politely phrased version of
The mafia's cry.

But no matter how you slant the saying,
It's still salient- and a parched, bleached lie.

Copyright fhw, 2015

#depression #life #future #frustration #fate #struggles #coping #job #choices #obstacles

RyanMJenkins May 2014

~Our Space~

Electrifying insides much deeper than skin
Rekindling the temple's flame that burns away perceived sin
& Shine in a new light while a new life begins

Into the pond I saw beyond
This span that exists currently
Left me then, besides dread, was the sense of urgency
Along with the notion of taking things so personally

Now's a good time for a lot more breathing
and a lot less worrying

Give me some zaps that will act as a lucid inducer
Insane synapse blasts across my tribal mind maps
Programming much faster than a supercomputer
Inside the Youniverse, past mask diffuser

Crafting within the infinite,
Based on each individual intention
Everything changes from each shift in perception

Let all the walls fall releasing the demons in the form of apprehension

*You're beautiful the way you are, a floating eyedea of perfection~

Let's ride the wave, and soul-surf to glory
Splash on the canvas within each page of the story

q Oct 2018

a list of things to do "when it feels like the hands on your clock have arthritis"

a list of things to do "when it feels like the hands on your clock have arthritis"

1. put on your diffuser, put in lavender essential oil, remember that this is what waiting for her smells like
2. go for a walk, but not where the two of you used to walk together, try not to think of how you two used to match your pace with every step
3. do not call her, call your best friend, do not think of how you would rather be calling her and ignoring the very people who are trying to support you
4. play music, but do not put it on shuffle, and do not think about how you would so much rather be listening to the playlist she made and then updated the day you started dating
5. write a poem, but ignore how every poem you write in the collection that has become your every day life still leads back to her
6. do not cry, you have already shed enough tears over someone who can ignore you
7. if you do start to cry, say it is because of your dad, or your work load, or because it is raining and you just have never really been able to enjoy the rain, do not admit that she has the strings to your heart and somehow you are still a puppet
8. make yourself a cup of tea, sit down, and let yourself feel, remember that even if it feels like the hands on the clock have arthritis, slow progress is still progress, you are whole and time will pass

a response to rudy fransisco

R Mar 2015

What reminds me of you

Everything reminds me of you.
From the toothbrush with an "L" written with sharpie next to mine.
To the drawings that are by you on my wall.
The pictures of us around my room.
The little lion I bought when we went thrift store shopping.
From the diffuser I always tried to keep out for you when you came over.
To the pillow that I always left out of your side of the bed.
And the paintings you've made for me hanging up just under the fake record that you used to ask me to Homecoming this year.
From the many sticks of incense that I haven't burned, but I kept because they made me feel like you were here.
To the records you let me borrow, and now won't take back.
The nail polish you gave me that I wear on my fingers, which everyone says looks amazing on me, but I feel like it's nothing out you.
From the pens you love that I bought for you.
To the silly Sherlock Valentines from this year and last year.
The many pictures on my phone, that are mostly of you.
From the my blanket from my childhood that still smells of you.
To the many calls we've shared, I can't bear to delete that history.
But it would seem that all of our history is slowly deleteing,
Like an old computer whose hard drive is becoming too old and unable to hold all of its files anymore.
Is regaining love as easy as it would seem in the movies?
Hollywood baffles me and makes me believe that I may be able to get you back.
I hope Hollywood is right, because I miss you terribly.
Everything reminds me of you.

Doesn't our love mean something. Anything. Please. I need you back. Happiness seems unattainable without you by my side. You made my faith even stronger, but I'm now so weak.

Kelsey Feb 2023

CURLY HAIR ROUTINE

Took me some time to accept you
Took me some time to appreciate you
But my whole entire existence is surrounded by you
I get out the shower
Curls wet

Step #1. Take an old, raggedy *** t-shirt or a microfiber towel and damp the curls semi-dry

Step #2. Take a detangle brush, start from the ends of your hair and comb up to the roots of your hair

Took me some time to learn you, how to care for you

Step #3. Take a small comb and part your hair down the middle, which will expose your scalp

Step #4. Take some oil and oil the curls, massage the oil into  your scalp

I was once told you’re all I got, got a pretty face but with you, I’m on top of the list
Strangers telling me not to cut you off
You make me different, worth loving

Step #5. Take some hair moose and comb it through your hair

Step #6. Take some hair honey or some leave in conditioner and comb that through, too

Step #7. Then, take some hair gel and scrunch it up in your hair so it can make the curls pop

I question, if I ever leave you, would I still be desirable?
Would I be worth every compliment I was ever given, even as a child?

Step #8.  Take the old t-shirt and scrunch the ends of the curls and from there, you can air dry or use a diffuser

How come I take care of you but you don’t take care of me?
Repeating affirmations on how much I love you
Women comb their fingers through you, wishing they had you
Men telling me I’m attractive, all while staring you up and down, with a slick smile on their face
Took me some time to know that you are not me
Still have time to understand that I don’t need you
Careful with my words cause the universe likes to prove people wrong but how come my existence is revolved around you?
How come I understood self-love through you, even though you never taught me how to love myself without you?

— The End —